I'd do it all again

15 years. In the gay world, that's like a Golden Anniversary. Regardless, I'd say is pretty darn good.

15 years ago today, we went on our first date. Pizzaria Uno, a movie and a little kiss at the end of night. Who knew it would lead to a blog entry 15 years later?

Today we celebrate the fortune of two paths crossing. No one would have ever given it more than a few weeks, but we prove that opposites truly do attract. You looked past my inability to match a belt with shoes. I saw past a refrigerator filled with a bottle of Absolute and soy sauce packets.

Lives become integrated and symbiotic. Each person fills the others weaknesses. You make the bed, fix the car and fold the socks. I take out the garbage, wash the dishes and change the lightbulbs.

New experiences made the relationship fun and laughable. You taught me about heated car seats, that real shoes cost more than $30 and the joy of business class. I taught you about 80's metal, jello, and green bean casseroles. OK, not the most even of trades, mind you, but I did discover the Aveda products.

We've made it through a lot of things:
The Good: Fatherhood, buying our house, Paris, Norstrom's half yearly sale
The Bad: your mom's passing, a heart attack, your cigar habit, visits to my mom's, the kitchen renovation
and The Ugly: community theater (so very sorry about that phase).

We celebrate today the way we met 15 years ago; with dinner. However, 15 years ago I didn't wake up next to you the next day. I'm glad I get to do that tomorrow.

Happy Anniversary, Pop-pop.